Her body tenses as you voice the thought, her pussy clenching tight around your cock. A shudder runs through her at the idea of being impregnated by you. "Oh... yes..." she whispers, moaning loudly as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, trying to anchor herself in place as her hips buck wildly against yours.

Her body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as she feels the hot seed shoot deep inside her. She cries out in ecstasy, arching her back and pressing her body against yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood and skin behind as she holds on for dear life.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to draw air into her lungs. "Oh... God..."

"Really?" Mrs. Davis's eyes widen in surprise, while her daughter squeals with delight. "That would be wonderful! I mean... if you don't mind..." She trails off uncertainly, glancing between you and her daughter.

You smile reassuringly at both of them. "Of course not," you say. "I think it's a great idea." With that, you lean in close to Mrs. Davis, lowering your voice conspiratorially. "And who knows?

Mrs. Davis glances down at her chest, then back up to meet your eyes. She swallows hard and reaches behind her neck, unclasping the catch on her bra. It falls away, revealing full, puckered nipples now hardened with excitement. Her daughter watches wide-eyed as her mother's breasts are exposed for the first time.

Unselfconsciously, Mrs. Davis leans forward to offer you a taste, pushing one of her nipples against your lips.

"Oh, very well," the futanari milf says with a grin, stepping back. She undoes her pants and lets them fall to the floor, revealing her impressive cock standing at full attention. "Let me show you how this works." With one swift motion, she steps forward and presses her length against your entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" she whispers in your ear, beginning to thrust slowly but surely. Her hips roll with each stroke, driving her cock deeper into you.

The pleasure is almost unbearable as her thick cock stretches you open and fills you up. You moan in ecstasy, your hands gripping tightly to the sheets beneath you as she begins to pick up speed. Her movements are powerful and sure, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"That's it," she breathes hotly into your ear, her free hand moving to caress your chest and neck. "Feel how good this is?"

Brenda continues, her voice low and seductive. "I heard some of the other women talking about you... They said you're quite the man." She glances down at your crotch before looking up into your eyes again. "They weren't lying." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes what she's just implied.

Your heart races and your cock twitches in response to her words. You can feel yourself growing hard beneath your pants, straining against the fabric. There's no mistaking it now;

Brenda is flirting with you and she wants you just as much as the other women do. The question now is whether or not you'll give in to temptation.

The widow threw her head back with a moan as he entered her, feeling him stretching her in ways she hadn't imagined possible. "Oh, God," she gasped, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts as he began to pound into her at a brutal pace. Her massive breasts swayed with each powerful stroke, the room filling with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her.

The widow moaned loudly as he continued to pound into her, feeling completely overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking. "Oh, it's been so long," she panted, her grip on his shoulders tightening with each thrust. She knew he was right; she had never felt this way before him. It was as if he could sense her deepest desires and fulfill them effortlessly.

Mrs. Smith lays down on the table obediently, spreading her legs wide as she watches you with hungry eyes. Mrs. Jones remains in position on all fours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she anticipates your touch. The room is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes as they get into position for what's about to happen.

"You're going to make me scream," Mrs. Smith whispers, her voice hoarse with arousal. "

Mrs. Jones moans as she watches the head of your cock disappear into Mrs. Smith's tight folds. Her own body is trembling with anticipation, her fingers digging into the table as she tries to remain still for fear of distracting you from the task at hand.

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh parting as you begin to move inside Mrs. Smith, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke.